Wendy's Wild Wolves [Shy River Pack 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (9 page)

Donovan eased away just long enough to give Wendy instructions on how he wanted her to kiss Sogarn and then turned his attention back to Sogarn’s cock, engulfing his full length in one deep swallow. Her warm hand caressed his face as Donovan’s larger one held him pressed to the mattress, his mouth working over his cock, the touch both achingly familiar and excitingly new. Between the two of them he was quickly at the brink of orgasm, too overwhelmed, too amazed to even consider why this probably wasn’t a good idea.

Donovan knew that he should be trying to slow things down, but after three months getting to know Wendy more closely, it was a temptation he could no longer resist. Polly was being watched and protected by a dozen of their packmates, all authorized to help apprehend the suspect behind the assassination attempts. Apparently the alpha had been quite excited at the chance to cause upheaval in the avian kingdoms, because he’d sent his most experienced soldiers. Predictably, he’d been pissed about a human learning the truth and had promised there would be consequences—after the assignment was finished. Technically neither Sogarn nor Donovan were even in charge of this operation. They were supposed to be the distraction. That was all.

So in a very real sense he and Sogarn could relax. It was quite literally their first bit of real downtime in years, and Donovan fully intended to enjoy it.

He felt the exact moment that Sogarn took over the kiss with Wendy. All three of them groaned as Sogarn lifted up off the bed, forcing his cock deeper into Donovan’s throat. He sucked harder, holding him in place as Wendy moaned against Sogarn’s lips and his orgasm inched closer.

Wendy shook as her arousal grew. Donovan could imagine exactly what he would like to happen next. He could almost feel what it would be like to be buried in Wendy’s pussy as he sucked Sogarn to completion.

But he dragged back his own arousal, knowing that of the three of them he was the one who needed to keep a clear head. He was a dominant guy, and it had been a very long time since he and Sogarn had held a fragile human woman between them. It didn’t help his self-control, though, when Wendy wriggled closer, her hand reaching for his cock before he could stop her.

She caressed him as Sogarn groaned and spilled into his mouth. Donovan managed to grab Wendy’s wayward hand as he swallowed and caressed Sogarn’s softening erection with his tongue. Finally, his lover relaxed back against the pillows, sighing quietly at the same moment that Wendy gave up trying to touch Donovan with her hands and instead moved to rub her whole body against him.

He wasn’t entirely sure how much was arousal from her fantasy fulfillment and how much was a natural, but possibly ill-advised, need to reaffirm life after the events of the past few days. The only thing he was certain about was that Wendy didn’t know either of them well enough to have sex just now.

When he took
his
woman, it would have nothing to do with fantasy or life-and-death situations and everything to do with mutual pleasure.

That last thought stopped him short.

Wendy barely knew them at all as men. Thinking of her as theirs was foolhardy. Up until a couple of days ago she’d thought she was talking to wolves, and despite her current behavior, she didn’t seem the type to dive into a three-way relationship without careful consideration.

She was—well, she used to be—an isolated author who’d chosen a quiet life. She might claim ménage à trois was a fantasy, but what he and Sogarn wanted was much more than that.

She whimpered as he released Sogarn’s cock and managed to hold her away from his own aching erection.

“Please,” Wendy whispered in a hoarse, needy voice.

“Sweetheart,” Donovan said, surprised to realize that Sogarn was watching the two of them closely and smiling, “you’re not ready.”

“The fuck I’m not,” she said with a growl in her voice. But it was her own words that seemed to shake some sense into her. She stopped trying to get closer and instead relaxed in his hold. She shook her head as tears filled her eyes. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“It’s okay,” Donovan said, reaching out to touch her face because he simply couldn’t
not
touch her. “It’s been a confusing couple of days.”

She shivered, her nipples poking against her T-shirt, her arousal still very obvious. “I’m not sure I’m going to survive the next three minutes.” She breathed out heavily and then surprised him by laughing softly. “I don’t suppose anyone thought to grab my vibrator out of the top drawer beside my bed?”

She looked surprised that she’d said that out loud but bravely brazened out her embarrassment.

“Sorry, Wendy,” Sogarn said as he managed to lever himself into a sitting position. He looked exhausted but rather happy. “Neither of us gave your battery-operated boyfriend a thought, but maybe we could offer an alternative.”

Donovan gave Sogarn a hard look. Surely he realized she wasn’t ready for this type of play, but his lover just smiled at Donovan as he pulled Wendy into his arms and then indicated for Donovan to lean against the headboard of the bed. As soon as he was in position, Sogarn moved Wendy to sit in front of him, her back to Donovan’s front.

“My big friend there is going to hold you close while I remember how to do this.”

Wendy glanced over her shoulder, giving Donovan a confused look, but she was quickly distracted when Sogarn slid his hands under the hem of her skirt and pushed it to her waist. She moaned with excitement when he hooked his fingers into the sides of her underwear and dragged them down her legs. Wriggling with what was probably a mixture of excitement and embarrassment, Wendy gasped, reflexively trying to close her legs as Sogarn wedged his shoulders between her thighs.

Sogarn laughed softly. “I could use some help here,” he said as he looked up at Donovan. His eyebrow was raised in challenge. Apparently Donovan hadn’t been hiding his reactions to Wendy as well as he’d believed. It seemed their telepathic link had grown stronger over the years.

Unable to resist the invitation, Donovan slid his hands down Wendy’s thighs, curled his fingers around her knees and pulled her legs wider apart. She moaned, leaning more heavily against him as Sogarn gazed at her pussy.

“I might need some instructions,” he said to Donovan, winking as he slid further down the bed. “It’s been a long time.”

Wendy jolted slightly. “Sogarn,” she said, shaking her head quickly, “you don’t need to do this. I know you and Donovan are a couple. It’s okay. You don’t need to do this for me.”

Sogarn leaned forward and licked across her exposed pussy lips. “First,” he said, leaning back so that he could see both of their faces, “we’re bisexual. That means we enjoy having a woman in our bed.” He lifted his hand to her pussy, pushing a single finger inside her as Wendy shook harder in Donovan’s embrace. “And second, you’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted since Donovan and I became lovers, so with a few instructions from my bossy lover, I intend to give you the pleasure you deserve.”

Wendy couldn’t seem to form words. Whatever she was going to say seemed to have been whisked from her brain as Sogarn lowered his face to her pussy once more. He licked and laved over the swollen, shiny flesh of her pussy lips, his technique perhaps a little too enthusiastic.

Donovan leaned over to caress the top of his lover’s head.

“Slow down a little,” he said in a bossy tone of voice he hadn’t used in a long time. Perhaps it had been too long since they’d enjoyed their usual intense sex life, but he couldn’t deny how right it felt for them to be here with Wendy. Sogarn seemed to calm down in response to Donovan’s words. He slowed his movements, licking over Wendy’s pussy lovingly. “That’s it. Now, using only your tongue and your lips, move a little higher to her clit. See how swollen and shiny it is. It’s begging for your gentle attention.”

Donovan moved his hands back to Wendy’s knees, holding her open as the intense sensations began to overwhelm her.

“Please,” she whimpered breathlessly.

“Soon,” Donovan promised with a slight chuckle in his voice. He’d always enjoyed it when a lover begged, but with Wendy, the feeling seemed magnified. His cock was hard enough to drive nails. It didn’t help that with all of her wriggling she was caressing his erection accidently.

Although, judging by her suddenly deliberate shoulder movements, she wasn’t entirely oblivious to his predicament. Donovan needed this finished before he did something stupid like rolling her under him and fucking her violently.

“Suck her clit into your mouth,” he instructed Sogarn. “Suck hard.”

Wendy’s orgasm was spectacular. She screamed, every muscle in her body shaking as she undulated against him, Sogarn managing to follow Donovan’s orders despite having no recent experience.

“Beautiful,” he whispered as Wendy finally relaxed in his arms and Sogarn gently licked at her cream. “A man could get used to having you two in his bed.”

He hadn’t meant to voice that last thought out loud—he’d been determined not to rush Wendy into the relationship he and Sogarn wanted—but Sogarn’s warm smile gave him a deep sense of satisfaction. His face was still shiny with Wendy’s juices, and Donovan couldn’t resist the chance to taste the woman again. He leaned over, grabbed Sogarn by the back of his neck, and guided his face up to his own. The kiss was supposed to be gentle, but it quickly turned savage, his own need taking him by surprise.

He broke the kiss, gasping for breath, but it was what Sogarn did next that nearly had his heart thumping through his ribcage.

Sogarn lifted his shirt over his head, exposing the slender, toned muscles of his torso. When he climbed off the bed, now completely naked and giving Donovan a glimpse at his perfect ass, Donovan struggled to stay where he was.

But it was the way that Sogarn assumed the submissive position and waited for him to move that Donovan couldn’t ignore. Hell, it felt like nearly a lifetime since he’d taken his lover’s mouth the way they both truly enjoyed.

“Wendy won’t mind,” Sogarn said with a wink at the exhausted woman lying in Donovan’s embrace.

“Is that so?” Donovan asked as his cock grew harder, and Wendy wriggled knowingly. “And if I decided I wanted your ass?”

Sogarn glanced at Wendy, swallowed nervously, and nodded his head. It was clear that he was worried about Wendy’s reaction to all of this—more worried than he was about their packmates overhearing them—but it was growing rather obvious that she was as comfortable with their sexual orientation as Donovan was.

In fact, if he’d been asked years ago what type of relationship he would want full-time, this went very close to his own fantasies. A beautiful, confident woman and a delicious male werewolf both willing to follow his lead.

“Wendy,” he said in a tone that wasn’t quite as confident as he’d hoped. Perhaps now that he’d acknowledged that longing within himself, he was more afraid of the dream dissolving than he’d realized. He tried again, smiling when his voice came out more forcefully. “Wendy, I want you to take off your clothes and kneel behind Sogarn. He might need your help to stay upright.” She looked excited and maybe a little nervous, but she quickly moved to do as he asked.

Completely naked, her breasts bouncing slightly, she lowered herself between Sogarn’s calves, Sogarn widening his stance as she knelt behind him. Sogarn moaned softly as he trapped her legs between his own and she pressed her hard nipples against his back. Wendy then wrapped her arms around his middle, sighing contentedly as she rested her face between his shoulder blades.

Donovan smiled again as Sogarn gave him a pleading look, his cock growing hard as Wendy held him close. Unable to deny his own need any longer, Donovan rolled off the bed and onto his feet. He briefly considered just opening his pants and shoving his cock into Sogarn’s mouth, but it seemed too monumental an occasion to not do things properly.

Grinning at his lover’s dilemma, Donovan quickly stripped off his own clothes, hissing slightly as he managed to free his hard cock from the tight confines of his jeans. He watched with a great deal of satisfaction as Sogarn’s eyes darkened with arousal and his cock grew even harder.

“Baby girl,” he said to Wendy, “I think Sogarn’s cock needs to be stroked, but don’t let him come. First he has to pleasure me.”

Sogarn shuddered slightly.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart,” Donovan said, cupping Sogarn’s cheek with his hand. Donovan barely controlled the urge to thrust urgently to the back of Sogarn’s throat. His legs trembled as he slowly slid deeper, but when Sogarn closed his lips around his hard cock and relaxed his throat, Donovan groaned and pulled back. Unable to bear the separation, he thrust deep once more, nearly losing his last thread of control when Sogarn swallowed, caressing the head of his cock with the soft muscles of his throat. “Fuck.” They’d shared women before, but not since discovering each other. It felt incredible touching each other with Wendy right there with them.

He glanced at her, worried that he might have offended her with the expletive, but she was watching his cock slide into Sogarn’s mouth with blissful contentment on her face. She’d leaned awkwardly to the side to get a better view but was still caressing Sogarn’s cock lightly just as Donovan had instructed. He reached out to touch her face, his control dissolving as she turned her head and pressed a kiss to his palm.

“Hold on,” he said to both of them as he wrapped a hand around the back of Sogarn’s neck and pulled him closer. Sogarn swallowed, taking him deeper, and Wendy tightened her hold on Sogarn’s cock. All three of them groaned as Donovan started thrusting hard and fast, his arousal reaching fever pitch as both of them behaved exactly the way he’d expected of his dream lovers.